eleven ten

eden

quite like you, the snake hisses its staticy whisper in my ear. "betrayal," it says, "become the one you wish not to be, make the fantasies into a reality." but yet i cannot!
i cannot be like her!, tell me which you would rather choose: she who worships to another god, or i, when you will be (are, were!) my god.
tell me who listens to you: she who has the savior and devil in her ear or i, freed only by the sound of your voice needing it like crops need water in a drought.
tell me which loyalty you prefer: she who bows under will unlike your own or i, take me as you will or leave me to die; unholy and martyred (murdered)!